Petru Cimpoesu

I’ve started writing fictions out of a psychoanalytical superstition, hoping that in this way the demon of my neurosis would devour itself. By writing, by plunging into my own dreams and breathing within them like some amphibious creature, I have gradually discovered that the reality of fiction is stronger, or at least richer in meaning than the fragmentary existence mediated by the senses. And so, I am feeling now like the wise Chinaman who dreamed to be a butterfly and, upon waking up, doesn’t know whether he is a man who dreamed to be a butterfly or he is a butterfly who is dreaming being a man. With every word I write, I try to solve this puzzle.